"I will," he says. And does he? No, of course not. That would be too simple. In the end I settle for ignoring him, walking out into the main street. Sure, it's full of drunk people running around being idiots, but at least there's less chance of him trying to "cheer me up" out here. "Is it Hadley?" he says after a couple of minutes. The mention of Hadley makes my jaw clench. I stop and turn to face him abruptly.
"Don't even say his name," I warn him in a low voice, my eyes flashing.
"I'll take that as a yes." Asshole.
"Why do you even care? D'you have any idea what you've done to us all?"
"I don't like seeing you upset."
"So that's why you raped me then," I laugh, trying not to let it sound too hysterical, "good one."
"Okay, maybe that wasn't such a good idea. But I care about you, bro." Not such a good idea? You're fucking joking me, right? I just turn back and start walking again. I honestly have nothing to say to that. Fuck work, fuck being stalked by a rapist. I just wanna go home and have Hadley back.
"Maxxie, tell me what happened." I grit my teeth.
"Fine. Because when Cayden cheated on me, thinking he was still fucking in love with you, I split up with him and after a couple of rebound fucks, I asked Hadley out. When Cayden found out that you'd used him just to fuck me, he pretty much gave up on everything, so in an effort to protect his brother, Hadley has split up with me. There. Are ya happy now?" he frowns slightly, and suddenly I feel like screaming. Is that it? All you can do is frown a bit? "I just want Hadley back and it's your fault he's gone. So don't you fucking act like you care!" I shout, stalking off again.
"I'm sorry." You should be more than sorry, John. "I mean it."
"Yeah, well, sorry isn't gonna fix anything, is it," I mutter, not managing to mask quite how upset I feel.
"No. But Cayden might be able to."
"Cay's already hurt enough - I'm not about to go ahead and make it worse."
"No, you don't get it."
"Smithy hates seeing Hadley upset. And I'm guessing he hates seeing you upset. Even if they tranq dart him, he'll march out of that hospital to talk some sense into him."
"Well he won't have to see me upset," I mutter, "I was planning to go back to England before Christmas to sell my house, but maybe it'd be better for everyone if I just stayed there." As easy as it is to blame John, I'm still the cause of this. It's a pretty simple solution.
"And when Hadley realises he's been a dick?"
"You were the one saying he'd get bored of me. How do either of us know that that wasn't part of the reason he's gone, hmm?"
"Cause I said it as a joke," he mumbles. A joke? What kind of a joke is that?
"You have a fucked up sense of humour. Y'know when I went back in there, Hadley was flirting with some girl and I thought you were right."
"I'm sorry, I really am."
"You've said," I mutter.
"So go talk to him."
"And say what?"
"Convince him he's being an idiot." Sure, because whatever I have to say is really gonna make a difference when he cares about his brother enough to do this.
"How am I supposed to do that?"
"I still think you should go see Cayden about it."
"Tell him I say hi."
"'Kay." I won't. He sort of smiles and walks off. I just stand there, looking at the floor. I dunno what to do. I want to just go back to England and get out of everyone's lives and stop causing them hell.
But at the same time, I want to fix this. I guess I just feel like I'm the only one that wants to fix anything right now.